Evan,

Thanks for that great reference!  Sounds extremely
interesting.  The only question I have is how in the
world did Nathan remake herself in such a way that she
became unrecognizable to other faculty?  It must be a
very large institution indeed.  

thanks,
Khaldoun

--- Evan Cooper <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:

> 
>   I thought folks might be interested in this.
> 
>                         Evan Cooper
> 
>
http://villagevoice.com/arts/0531,education1,66450,12.html
> 
> In the fall of 2002, Rebekah Nathan, a 55-year-old
> anthropology
> professor looking to become more "crazy in a good
> way," enrolled in her
> own university. She moved into the dorms, hung a
> cutesy message board
> outside of her room, and chatted on Instant
> Messenger, using plenty of
> smileys. Soon after, she "got busted for drinking."
> She hoped her
> illicit can of beer would win over the other
> students on the floor, who
> appreciated her friendliness (she joined in on all
> hallway events,
> including games of Twister and meetings about
> protected sex) and also
> found it a little pathetic. 
> "You look like their mother in the beginning," she
> told the Voice, "but
> you don't act like their mother. There were a series
> of 'mom incidents'
> [everyone immediately assumed she was the loving
> parent of whomever she
> was standing next to], but eventually they began
> treating me like a
> peer." 
> 
> Nathan went back to school, after more than 15 years
> of teaching,
> because she no longer understood her students. They
> never did their
> reading and when they came to class, they slept or
> played with their
> cell phones; "I was on the verge of being offended,"
> she said. In My
> Freshman Year (out this month from Cornell
> University Press), a series
> of essays about her two semesters as an undergrad,
> she never reveals
> the name of the university ("Rebekah Nathan" is also
> a pseudonym), but
> describes it as both a big state school and—in a
> more academic
> moment—"a remote overseas village." She takes
> "censuses" of all the
> flyers in the hallways, scrupulously writing down
> mundane messages like
> "Good luck with classes!" or "Come on in." No one
> ever asked her what
> she was doing. According to rumor, she was hiding
> from a traumatic
> divorce. 
> 
> For all the drama of going undercover, though,
> Nathan's revelations are
> relatively predictable, confirming—scientifically—a
> rush of college
> stereotypes. After delving into the art of door
> decorations, she
> impressively outlines seven "genres" of photos. In
> each image, students
> carefully arrange themselves into positions that
> will convey something
> like "Here I am being fun and spontaneous!" They
> stick out their
> tongues or butts, or point at each other, mouths
> open, in mock
> surprise. In one particularly popular pose (type no.
> 6), a mixed-gender
> group lies on the ground, each person's head resting
> on the next
> person's stomach. The shot is taken from above.
> Everyone is laughing.
> Accompanying the photos are strings of words and
> phrases, cut from
> magazines, which round out the image of this
> perfectly irreverent dorm
> resident: "Friends don't let friends party naked;
> Bitch; 24 Hours in a
> Day. 24 cans of beer in a case. Coincidence? I think
> Not. Z-man!!" 
> 
> Nathan said she never overheard a conversation about
> the actual content
> of a course, only whispered questions like "When is
> the paper due?" or
> "What is the font size?" During her second semester,
> she went around
> campus asking people if there was "any course you
> think I shouldn't
> miss." After getting the same response from almost
> every student, she
> took their suggestions and enrolled in a class
> called "Sexuality." When
> the teacher walked in and immediately began using
> the word  
> fucking, the 19-year-old next to her whispered,
> "This guy is so cool!" 
> 
> Michael Moffatt, an anthropology professor at
> Rutgers who spent four
> semesters living in the college dorms in the '70s
> and '80s, found
> students similarly disposed toward "friendly fun,"
> as he puts it. While
> Nathan spent all her time on campus, Moffatt dipped
> in just one night a
> week, carefully graphing—with triangles, squares,
> and dotted lines—the
> evolution of friendships down the hall. He
> interviewed more than 200
> students, and eavesdropped on their late-night
> conversations by
> pretending to fall asleep in the common lounge. One
> roommate accused
> him of being a "returned Vietnam Vet infiltrating
> the system." The
> title of his 1989 book about the experience, Coming
> of Age in New
> Jersey (a play on Margaret Mead's Coming of Age in
> Samoa), situates his
> research process within a familiar framework.
> Carefully keeping his
> polysyllables under control, he deconstructs the
> culture, dividing
> students into romantic categories like
> "Neanderthals," "Sluts," and
> "Good Women." 
> 
> Although the focus is less sexual, Nathan and her
> "remote village" rely
> on similar metaphors. When she told other faculty
> members about the
> project, they thought she was "on the verge of
> crazy." Three colleagues
> individually came up to her and said the idea
> reminded them of Black
> Like Me, the 1961 bestseller by John Howard Griffin,
> a white writer who
> dyed his skin and then traveled throughout the
> South. "Likening my
> projected freshman experience to changing one's
> racial identity in the
> 1950s," she writes, "said volumes about the
> psychological distance
> educators perceive between their world and that of
> their students." She
> altered her appearance in just a couple of minor
> ways, but the few
> times she ran into colleagues on campus, they didn't
> recognize her: She
> was wearing shorts, flip-flops, and a backpack. 
> 
> Even in classes, she had no trouble hiding her
> identity—she was a
> dismayingly solid-B student and resented when
> professors assigned
> things just for the sake of an "interesting read."
> In engineering, she
> was the worst one in the room. "I asked stupid
> questions. People would
> look at me. I had to go to the tutoring center." 
> 
> With a much better sense of what it means to "suck
> at a class," Nathan
> said she wishes other professors would at least be
> more curious about
> the people they're teaching. All the spectacular
> quotes that the RAs
> affixed to dorm walls ("The world is but a canvas to
> the imagination";
> "It takes two to speak truth—one to speak, and
> another to hear") were a
> little absurd, given the displays outside of kids'
> rooms— bosomy girls
> in bathing suits, holding forties. Understanding the
> enormous gap
> between student and faculty values has prompted
> Nathan to be more
> inventive about the way she presents things in
> class. "I would have
> preferred less noise, drama, throwing up, but it
> made me a better
> professor," she says. "If kids have to sleep through
> lectures, I
> understand. At this point, it'd be pretty hard for
> me to feel
> alienated."  
> 
> 
> 
> 



                
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